TwoHundred And SixtyEight

You can't be any worse for Me than I've already had.
I just like to know that tomorrow We will be the same.
Sticky Handprints make it Heaaaaavy Good.

TwoHundred And SixtySeven

I have Typed and Deleted this post Four times.
Words can not describe what I am Feeling.

TwoHundred And SixtySix

Those Girls with Their Slow Metabolisms and Fast Appetites.

TwoHundred And SixtyFive.

Life In Film.
Florence And The Machine.
Bombay Bicycle Club.
Peter and The Wolf.
The Maccabees.
Camera Obscura.
Noah And The Whale.
Bon Iver.

Sing Me To Sleep.

TwoHundred And SixtyFour

Oh Sorry did You not Get My Message?
(Pause)
I'm running away.
(Pause)
Yes, that's right.
(Pause)
No... No, it's not strange.
It's needed.
(Long Pause)
Yes. That's right.
Alright Then.
(Pause)
Goodnight.

TwoHundred And SixtyThree

Yeah Yeah Yeah.
I Dyed My hair.
I don't feel Christmas-sy.
At all, Like.
It's weird, I'd like to be in the Mood. But My head's too Full.
Oh Yeah and Steph's Home.
Plush Time.

TwoHundred And SixtyTwo

It's a funny thing.
Today has been so Long.
And tomorrow will be just as Long.
But All that I think about is You.
And what You're doing.
I just want to See You.
So that My days aren't so Damn Long.

TwoHundred And SixtyOne

Getting Ready To Go Out Is Sometimes More Fun Than Actually Going Out.
Am I Right?

TwoHundred And Sixty

It Hurts, I know. Trust Me Girl, I know.
Everyone has bagage, but His seems to titter around.
"The sixth year bagage." Somebody laughs then. And I smile because it's Polite.
From afar You would think They were all great Friends.
Not at All. It seems.
The Girls are all a bit sticky, and booby.
And She just Glares and watches. Bumping past, lips curling, eyes rolling.
Get a Grip. I want to Say, want to Scream infact. Tell Her to Get Away.
But I can't. I wouldn't.
I have more Class than that.

TwoHundred And FiftyNine

This is a Zara blouse.
Since I started working in Miss Selfridge/Topshop it has been the only piece of clothing that I have bought which hasn't been from Topshop or Miss Selfridge.
Did Anyone see VOGUE yet?
I want to Cut All of My hair when I see Emma Watson, but I dont think My body would cope. And I don't think I'm thin enough for the Twiggy-esque look.
Black tights are a new staple, I also bought a leather jacket, well Mi Madre did, for My Christmas. But Ofcourse I've already had it On. Haha.
It's pretty lovely.
It official now, Me and He put a little label on It. Well no, He did. He decided. And All I need now is The Viveen Westwood Bag and I am complete.

TwoHundred And FiftyEight

I'm going to get lost in Leather, and Denium and Fur linning, with some Sheer and Lace.
I'm going to wash My hands in cold water and watch Them turn to Ice.
I'm going to pout and nod My head, I'm going to strut.
I'm going to eat only cake, and drink only wine.
I'm going to roll around in Heat and Lust.
I'm going to Clap My hands, and Move My hips.
I'm going to Let You take over, with Power and Force.
I'm going to Let it Be.
I'm going to Work and work and work, and then stop.
Im going.
Going.
Going.
Gone.

TwoHundred And FiftySeven

My Sister texts Me on the days that I haven't seen Her, to let Me know How long it's been since We last Spoke.
She's very sweet, She's very cute. And She's all mine.
Mwhahahahaha!

TwoHundred And FiftySix

He keeps telling Me that He isn't going anywhere.
Nowhere, isn't going.
And This makes Me Happy.
Finally.

TwoHundred And FfityFive

TwoHundred And FiftyFour

Did You know that it means. "We Just Dance."
Nothing More.
Nothing Less.

TwoHundred And FiftyThree

Stromae "Alors On Danse"

TwoHundred And FiftyTwo

Look at You, You're just a Shade.

TwoHundred And FiftyOne

I would like to Escape My Own Mind.
To claw My way out of Myself and to Live away from what engulfs Me now.
Crawling on My belly I'd seep into the shaddows and leave this shell behind.
I am tired of My ways, tired and sore of Living with the disappointment of My being.
Dark forests could hide Me, near a place I once knew as Home. Animals would shelter Me, as I sulk in a mood.
There would be no need to call or write or talk. It would be as though I had been set Free.
I imagine it's like Dying. Like being close to dying. Wanting to Escape, with no way or need to come Back.
My brain thinks about it, thinks about Dying, quietly. Quietly I think about Dying. Perhaps I would feel free, Perhaps.

TwoHundred And Fifty

"You're waiting on a train; a train that will take You very far away. You know where You hope this train will take You, but You can't be sure. But it doesn't matter - cause You'll be Together."

TwoHundred And FortyNine

"Do You realize what I would Do?
Just to be near You?
Just to feel You close to Me?
Do You?"

Everything goes quiet then, as They realize where They are.
What They are saying. The Silence blankets Them.
And She starts crying.
It's all very Sad as He starts to walk away.

TwoHundred And FortyEight

You want to know, Know that it doesn't hurt Me.
You want to Hear about the Deal I'm making.
Well I can't tell You. I can't even breathe. I'm holding My breath.
I'm sitting and waiting. I'm letting Them all Pass by Me.
While I wait on You. It's starting to Hurt all over My body.

TwoHundred And FortySeven

It's numbing this feeling.
This strange distance which races closed.
The light hits the Face and suddenly it's Everything You've ever Wanted.
It's all about Praise and Attention
And that's We do, with this Skill.



I can Cry on Cue.